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 Oct 2019 hannashe
John Stevens
Opportunities
   Lost and Found

Circumstances
    Abound

Turn me Bitter
    or make me Better.

The choice is mine
    My life define.

I choose Life
    Not Death.

I choose Giving
    Not Taking

I choose Love
    Not Hate

I choose His way
    Not mine.


The choice is Mine
The choice is Mine.
(c) 09-26-2010
Eight years ago...
I choose
 Sep 2019 hannashe
Blake
Concept
 Sep 2019 hannashe
Blake
If you learn to live life with sadness,
You'll never die with true happiness
 Sep 2019 hannashe
sandra wyllie
some people
are going to love you.

No matter what you do
some people
are going to hate you.

No matter what you do
some people
are going to ignore you.

No matter what you do
some people
are going to talk about you.

So, keep doing what you do
 Sep 2019 hannashe
the lost kid
This world is full of liars
Cheaters
Frauds
Trash talkers
No good doers
And people who will hurt you

But with you they don’t even exist, with you I feel my worries wash away
I feel like this is the last one about my feelings but oh well
 Sep 2019 hannashe
Fearless
Blond hair and cute smile
he dances like pro
all the girls wanna know
who's that cute dude
yo that's my little bro

He's not mine by blood
my hair is not light
just like family we're tight
he's my little bud
and it just feels right

We always keep in touch
when we're far away
but he heads home Friday
I can't wait to see him
I wish he could stay

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They go on and on.

An example of life?
Perhaps.

In life, you can only count on yourself.
And when you take out all the
little factors
of your life,
you are the only
1
left.


Count on yourself. Believe in yourself.

*Note: I've been thinking about prime numbers a lot recently, and so I decided to make something out of it. I know it's not really a poem, but here it is anyways.
I hope you enjoy.
 Sep 2019 hannashe
annh
Written
 Sep 2019 hannashe
annh
The writer is unwritten until he writes;
But ne’er of the unwritten does the written writer write.

‘There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.’
- Marie Antoinette
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